Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-06-25

it. .we come out and SUI: go yc suf-
to haip YOU You" ssroo late" thousands
of voices; "the path VIC travel is steep
down, and we can't stop. Too l;Etc" And
wo catch our breath md malo q terrific
cutlery. '"Too latc!n is echoed from the
garrett to the cellar, from the din shop and
from the brothcl s'Too latca'' 1t is too
late, and they go over.
Here is another group, an army of
neglected children. They come on toward
the brink, and every time they step 10000
hearts break The ground is red with the
blood of their feet The air is llc;lvy with
their groans. Their ranks arc being filed
up from all the houses Of iniquity and
shame Skeleton Despair pushes them on
toward the brink The death kncll has
already begun to toll, and the angels of
God hover like birds over the plunge Of u
cataract While these children arc on the
brink they halt, and throw out their hands
and cry: ''Iclpl hclp!n Oh, church of
God, will you help? Men and women
bought by the blood Of the Son of God,
will you help? while Christ cries from the
heavens: "Save them from going down; l
am the ransom.
I stopped on the street and just looked
ut the face OF one of those little ones.
Have you ever examined the faces of the
neglected children Of the poor? Other
children have gladncss in their faces.
When a group of them rush across tho
road, it seems as though o spring gust
mad unlooscncd an orchard Of apple bios
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There is but little ring In their laughter,
and it stops quick, us though some bitter
memory tripped it. They have an old
walk. They do not skip or run on the
lumber just for the pleasure of leaping
down. They never batllcd i'll tho noun
tain stream. They never wadcd i'll the
brook for pebbles. They never chased
the butterfly across the lawn, putting
their hat right down where it was just
before. Childhood has been dashed
out of them. Want waved its wizard
wand above the manager of their
birth, and withcrcd leaves are
lying where God intended n budding giant
of battle Once in IL willie one Of these
children gets out. Here is one, for in
stance. At 10 years of age he is sent out
by his. parents, who sayto him: "lIcsc Is
q basket; now 80 Off and beg and steal"
The boy says: 81 can'tisteal'h They kick
him into q corner. That night he puts
his swollen head into the straw, but q
voice comes from heaven, saying: "Corr-
age, poor boy, couragc!'' Covcringu up his
head from the bestiality, and stepping his
ears from the cursirg, he gets on up
better and better. He washes his face
clean at the public hydrant. With
q few pennies got ut running crrands
he gets Il better coat Rough men,
knowing that he comes from u low
street, say: "Back with you, you little
villain, to the place where you came
from" But that night the boy says:
"God help me, can't go back;" and
quicker than ever mother flew at the cry
of n child's pain, the Lord responds from
the heavens: Courage, poor boy, cour-
ageI' His bright face gets linn u posi-
tion After while he is second clerk.
Years pass on, and he is first clerk.
Years pass on. The glory of young man
hood is OH him. He comes into the firm.
Hc goes OH from one business success to
another. Hc has achieved great fortune.
Hc is the friend of the church of God, the
friend of al good institutions, and one
day he stands talking to the board of
trade or to the chamber Of commerce.
People say: 'sDo you know who that is?
Why, that is q merchant prince, and he
was born on Elm street, But God says
in regard to him something better than
that: "These are they which came out of
great tribulation, and had their robes
washed and made white i'll the blood of
the Lamb" Oh, for some one to write
the history of boy heroes and girl heroincss
who have triumphed over want and star
walton, and filth and rags! Yea, the
record has already been made, made by
the hand of God. aud when these shall